The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-20 16:22:42 -

The frost on the glass is thin and sharp. It cuts the view of the garden into jagged shards of grey. You are sitting in the chair by the hearth. The fire has burned down to embers. They glow with a dull, rhythmic pulse. Like a heart that has forgotten how to beat. You are looking at your hands. They are resting on your knees. The skin is loose. The knuckles are swollen. You are searching for...

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